Dear Purpose Seeker,
Back in 2008, I took a week-long vacation to Hawaii.
I went by myself. Why?
Because my best friend backed out at the last minute AND I had just broken up with my boyfriend at the time.
It was October and it was hot in Honolulu.
I rented a white SUV to drive around the island for the week.
One day, I drove out to the North Shore and spent hours relaxing on the beach.
It was just me, my journal, a picnic basket of food and wine and the occasional surfer dude coming by to ask me if I wanted to smoke.
For some reason, I had been thinking about my father a lot that year. I thought about him that whole week, actually.